Different Next Year

Dec 6

Rushing, pooling and dripping down my face

The water falls silently into the porcelain bowl below

I look up to see my face in the mirror

And I’m afraid it will be the same one to look back up

In another year or so

That nothing would have have changed to bring a smile to my face

Deeper lines and darker circles

Very little left for a laugh

I hope beyond reason

That it’ll be different

A change to the everyday

Dreams becoming true

That I need not turn into knots

Pacing my room for something more I can do

I refuse to sit still

I’ve grown to be a new person

I want more

Of that life waiting

Outside my door

Rough Days